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The Deepest, Fullest Bow

  The Deepest, Fullest Bow The bow becomes a fugue in colors swerved And woven deeper than the color wheel. The bow becomes a ballerina curved But stoops so low the swaying starts to kneel. Obeisance is required in reverence Before the altar.  Holiness requires That...

Boy Soldiers, not Toy Soldiers

Boy Soldiers, not Toy Soldiers Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem    Wilfred Owen He’s cuter than the photo that they show So often, more a smiling kid and not A solemn soldier or a poet, no...

The Expression on the Face of Mankind

The Expression on the Face of Mankind The answers come, the ones we are not asked, Or not in wisdom, maybe in our heart Of mystic hearts, but not in books.  Those tasked With answering them watch intellect depart When they are prudent.  Wisdom in the waves Which...

No Hypocrisy or Self-deceiving in Esthetics

No Hypocrisy or Self-deceiving in             Esthetics Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When Jesus speaks, the monasteries chant And convents count their beads.  On Georgia’s roads His words are...

Accordingly

              Accordingly The spirit of the peony is spring. The summer finds itself inside a rose. In May the petals, red and pink, both sing A colored fugue in fragrant ratios. The garden wings have gathered.  Great tits leap As through the grandest canyon.  Swooped...